Writing

  • Fresh paint

    Fresh paint

    In 2004, with the help of my good friend Anna, I began sharing my stories/anecdotes/rants/ramblings/random thoughts on Blogger. Twenty years of me me-ing at you. Twenty years of up and downs and sideways. I’m going to confess – the old template bugged me from the jump. It was just meh, but a functional meh that…

  • Writing

    Huzzah! Another post about “writing”! Ok, ok, ok, I know, I get it, but hear me out… yes, it’s about writing again, but, but, but, but… this time it’s a different angle. Huh?? Yeah! That’s right! Do I have your attention now? No? Still feeling like clicking on something else? Hmph. I gave my best.…

  • Homework

    “My therapist suggested…” should be the start of every story. I mean, think of the endless possibilities – all the genres it could easily cross. At least that’s what I think at this moment. I mean, I am the author (supreme overlord of my story), and it works for the purposes of my universe (today…

  • Wanted: Middle-Aged Dragon Riders

    Write. Right. Right. A few weeks ago (or really about five months ago), I read this great piece from a blog/blogger I enjoy where the gist of it was encouraging people to write more. I took it to heart, gave it some thought, imagined myself doing it, and then… well… there were a ton of…

  • Raison D’être

    I’m not much of a pacer. This doesn’t mean I’m judging my pacer friends/family who enjoy a good power walk from A to B to A to B to… (you get the idea – you all know what pacing is.) It’s just that pacing isn’t my particular go-to stress move. Personally, I prefer internalizing the…

  • A Metaphor About a Rock

    Hubris told me that I could take any topic thrown my way and spin it into a story. “Beth, write a metaphor about a rock.” I paused on “metaphor,” brain fumbling – a metaphor about a rock. “My writing relies on anecdotes,” I weakly protested. That’s always my fall back – anecdotes or rants –…

  • Write

    I begin each New Year with a tradition where I forego the blacked eyed peas, collard greens and cornbread and I make my way over to Neil Gaiman’s Journal to quietly enjoy his reflections and wishes for the New Year. While this simple action of ignoring the Southern tradition of bland peas, bitter greens and…

  • That Thing I Did in April

    An update on the new thing I tried in April, and I didn’t rant… much.

  • A Book

    There are days when I wake up and think, “My, it’s been a while since I’ve horrified my editor.” Why I choose to begin those thoughts with “my” escapes me, but doesn’t it sound more genteel? Like a way of whimsically inviting agreement? And I think we can all agree that I need to step-it-up…

  • Oh, a Blog… and Other Stories

    Another online date out of the way, and more time spent with people who haven’t seen me in awhile brings me to my least favorite line of questions: “So, Beth… tell me about yourself. What do you do?” If there is one question that is like hitting the clear button on my brain, that’s it.…